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It called me there. Like one other voice has done before. So calming, so trusting. I had nothing to lose now. Nothing, but to go to it.  I was not afraid now.  I entered the water. Slowly, but reassuringly.  Submerging  deeper and deeper into it. So cold it felt.  Enveloping me from toe to head, encasing me in a silence I have longed to hear.  Cascading and caressing over every bone and every piece of flesh of my body. I could not scream. I could not cry any more. I am angry no more.  The water will free me. The water must free me.  I did not give consent to my data being trapped his secret decoy phone.  I did not give  consent to  giving my identity away. He writes about consent of data, protection of anonimity and an end to secrecy of data?   What utter fools we are! the hypocrisy  and words kill me every day and will do, for decades hence. Forced to hear their words.  I hear them every day.  I cannot be f...

They flee from me that sometime did me seek With naked foot, stalking in my chamber. I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek, That now are wild and do not remember That sometime they put themself in danger To take bread at my hand; and now they range, Busily seeking with a continual change. Sir Thomas Wyatt  Throughout his life, my dear father had been an angry man. As a child I never knew why.  I never understood, why so angry. I spent many long hours with him in total happiness, too. Later in my life and towards the end of his life, I  would question to myself who or what was it that had made my father so angry, that he carried  this always with him throughout his life.  I never did find out. I never made it my purpose to find out either. I accepted his anger. I resigned myself to the fact that my father had a right to be angry. He was a principled man, he meant no harm to the world. The world had wronged him in someway. " Never live ha...